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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE FIRST CRACK

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The morning after the match, Liam arrived at training before dawn.

Sleep had been impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Noah standing too close in the parking lot, voice low, eyes daring him to break.

By six a.m., he’d rewritten the recovery schedule, doubled the intensity, and convinced himself discipline would cure everything. Control was his weapon. Control was the only shield he had left.

The players groaned when they arrived, one by one, to find cones lined up, heart-rate monitors waiting.

“Thought this was supposed to be a light day,” one muttered.

“Not anymore,” Liam said flatly.

He didn’t look at Noah when he said it.

But he felt him. Always.

By the third drill, sweat plastered shirts to skin. Liam barked instructions, his voice sharp enough to slice through fatigue. He didn’t smile. Didn’t soften. Didn’t give anyone especially Noah—the satisfaction.

Noah, of course, thrived. His shirt clung to him, breath heavy, but he ran every drill like it was a challenge throw
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  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER 15: CRACKS IN THE WALL

    Liam arrived before dawn, long before the players, long before anyone could ask questions.Sleep had been impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again—Noah’s lips on his, the sharp taste of want and relief colliding, the sound of his own breath breaking like a man dragged under.He’d broken the rule. The one he’d built his career, his reputation, his life around.And the worst part? He wanted more.By the time training began, Liam’s face was carved in stone. He barked instructions, tore into sloppy passes, cut drills short for the smallest errors. The players traded uneasy glances none of them had seen him like this before.But Noah… Noah only smiled.During scrimmage, Liam blew the whistle. “Noah! Too slow. Again.”“I was ahead of the line,” Noah shot back.“You were lazy,” Liam snapped, voice hard enough to sting. “Do it again.”The team fell silent, eyes flicking between the two. Noah held Liam’s gaze for a heartbeat too long before jogging back to reset.It wasn’t de

  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE BREAK

    Liam told himself it would be different today.He’d wake, bury the heat still burning in his chest, and return to being what he had always been: disciplined, untouchable, a wall no one could breach.But even in the cold shower, water pounding against him, he felt it—ghost pressure, a phantom hand still pressed over his heart.By the time he reached the training ground, he already hated himself for remembering.The players spilled onto the pitch, laughter bouncing, easy camaraderie filling the air. Liam stood on the sideline, arms folded tight, watching. He kept his face unreadable, barking instructions in clipped tones.When his gaze landed on Noah, he looked away too fast.Noah noticed. Of course he did.During warm-ups, Noah moved like fire contained in human form every stretch, every sprint sharpened, reckless. And when Liam raised his voice to correct another player, Noah’s eyes flicked up, holding his for a fraction too long.That silent dare again.Liam crushed it down.“Focus,”

  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE FIRST CRACK

    The morning after the match, Liam arrived at training before dawn.Sleep had been impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Noah standing too close in the parking lot, voice low, eyes daring him to break.By six a.m., he’d rewritten the recovery schedule, doubled the intensity, and convinced himself discipline would cure everything. Control was his weapon. Control was the only shield he had left.The players groaned when they arrived, one by one, to find cones lined up, heart-rate monitors waiting.“Thought this was supposed to be a light day,” one muttered.“Not anymore,” Liam said flatly.He didn’t look at Noah when he said it.But he felt him. Always.By the third drill, sweat plastered shirts to skin. Liam barked instructions, his voice sharp enough to slice through fatigue. He didn’t smile. Didn’t soften. Didn’t give anyone especially Noah—the satisfaction.Noah, of course, thrived. His shirt clung to him, breath heavy, but he ran every drill like it was a challenge throw

  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER TWELVE: BREAKING POINT

    The stadium lights burned down on them, harsh and unforgiving.It was a midweek match against one of their fiercest rivals, and Liam needed focus—his, the team’s, everyone’s.But focus was the one thing slipping through his fingers.Because Noah Rivera played like the night was built for him. Every touch of the ball was alive, every run electric. He pulled the game to his rhythm, drew defenders out of position, lit up the crowd with a single smirk after a nutmeg that left an opponent red-faced.The cameras loved him. The fans chanted his name.And every time he looked toward the sidelines, eyes catching Liam’s, Liam felt that same fire spread through his veins.It was dangerous. Too visible.Anyone could see it if they looked too closely.The game ended in victory. Noah had scored once, assisted once. The media swarmed like flies before Liam even left the technical area.“Coach Callahan,” one reporter called, thrusting a microphone forward, “Rivera’s chemistry with the squad is undeni

  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER ELEVEN: LINES IN THE SAND

    Rain tapped against the windows of Liam’s apartment building, a steady rhythm that made the silence between them unbearable.Noah leaned casually in the hallway, hood still up, hands shoved in his pockets. But his eyes—dark, steady—never left Liam’s.“You need to leave,” Liam said, voice clipped.“Tell me you don’t feel it, and I’ll go,” Noah replied, soft but firm, like he wasn’t afraid of the storm building between them.Liam’s throat tightened. For a long moment, neither moved. The words hovered on the tip of his tongue denial, cold dismissal, something to end this madness. But nothing came. The silence said too much.Noah’s grin curved slow, dangerous. “That’s what I thought.”Liam’s jaw clenched. He stepped back, forcing the door closed between them with more strength than necessary. The slam echoed down the hall.On the other side, Noah’s laughter was low, muffled by the wood. “See you tomorrow, Coach.”Liam leaned against the door once it was shut, his chest heaving. His pulse

  • OFFSIDE HEARTS   CHAPTER ELEVEN: PRESSURE PLAY

    The storm had been building for days.By the time Saturday’s match ended, the sky over the stadium mirrored the mood inside Liam’s chest heavy, threatening to split open. The team had scraped out a narrow win, Noah netting the decisive goal in the final minutes, but the performance was messy. The press conference was worse.“Rivera’s been impressive,” one reporter said, eyes sharp. “Is he your new golden boy, Coach Callahan?”Liam’s jaw locked. He gave the answer he always gave measured, calculated. “No player is above the team. Rivera has potential, but he has a long way to go.”But when the cameras turned off, the whispers in the press room didn’t. Golden boy. Favorite. Too close.By the time Liam reached the locker room, his patience was shredded thin. The players laughed, music thumping low from a speaker. Noah was at the center, shirt half-off, grinning like he owned the room.He spotted Liam instantly. That grin curved sharper. “You hear that, Coach? Golden boy.”The room erupte

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